Madison stared at the document as if she could burn it with her eyes.
“That’s impossible,” she said.
I looked at Grace. “Please call legal into the conference room.”
Grace nodded quickly, relief flooding her face.
Evan stepped forward. “Olivia, Dad wouldn’t do this.”
“He already did,” I said.
The truth was that my father had changed everything six months before he died. Not because he hated Evan, but because he had discovered money missing from two vendor accounts. He had hired an outside auditor quietly. The trail led to a consulting firm Madison had created under her maiden name and invoices Evan had approved without telling anyone.
Dad never confronted them publicly.
He waited for proof.
He also changed the succession plan.
Madison snatched the paper from the desk. “This is just a temporary document.”
“It is a board resolution,” I said. “And the trust transfer. Dad left his voting shares to me.”
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